The tee shot on #1 at Royal Aberdeen. I teed off at about 12:30 as a single for my first round in Scotland. The tee literally touches the clubhouse grill room’s huge windows, leaving you about 12 feet in front of large lunch crowd eating at tables oriented to the tee outside. Only the footlights are missing. With a 35 mph tail wind assisting, my drive cleared the right fairway bunkers, leaving no more than I lob wedge to the green. I was so relieved that I probably forgot to act like I knew what I was doing.
(During my introduction to wind on the links, I remember hitting a 190 yard 9-iron and a 160-yar 3-wood. When I finished, a member asked me about my round. I then asked him if this was what they called “full conditions?” He said, “Without the wind, it’d be a bit boring out there.” At 35-45 mph, boring was the last word that I had in mind, but his comment changed my whole view of golf.)
Getting an ace on a 150 yard one-shotter to a blind green surface the second time I ever played golf. The thrill came after a five minute search in the brush behind the green and a totally casual glance in the hole on the way by. I was still laughing so hard that I made a 13 on the next hole. I didn’t play much golf for the next 25 years—5 to 10 times—and am still waiting for the next.
The whole round on the TOC was thrilling and magical. All of these folks are right about the tee shot on the usually crowded first tee. Playing into a 25 mph headwind, I was so pumped up with a fear of failure that I drove it to within a yard of the Burn, made an easy par, and staggered on. Finally turning down wind at #9 and after hitting a high fade driver, having my caddie wordlessly hand me my putter as I turned around to ask him where it ended up. Picking the wrong “O” on the OC Hotel sign and finding my ball 6 inches in bounds along the fence on the right. I am an old guy who is not long off the tee. Thrilling indeed.
Tom’s recollection about the opening tee shot matches mine at Machrihanish. Wind howling, the tide on the way in, and a couple of other groups around on the tee box. I took off a huge bite of beach and ended up way out there (for me) in the middle of the first fairway. Was it any less thrilling because I pulled it left and the ball skipped off the beach first? Nah.